Dawn Robertson - Hers

The humor of the situation would give her a laugh. I’m sure she’s sitting on the other end of the phone hooting over my own misfortune. Out of all the hookups in my life, and fucking believe me, there have been plenty, something like this has never happened. Ever. Work and play have never crossed paths, and honestly, I never thought I’d see the day when they did.

It would all have to wait, sit on the back-burner until dinner tonight, when I would sit down as a businesswoman and discuss the arrangements we would have to live by from here on out. I can deal with Levi; he seems like a pleasant enough guy. I’m positive he won’t want our rendezvous to be boardroom knowledge; it would mar his reputation far more than mine. In fact, I can use that leverage to my benefit. He keeps his mouth shut; if not it will be the funeral of his career, not mine.

Married? I doubt it. But knowing all the other board members donned wedding bands, including Daniel, it only makes me think he has something to hide. What the fuck? Why do I care about his current relationship status? Jesus! I need to clear my head, leave for the damn day already.

It was the truth. Not since Daniel, the man who took my virginity, did I sleep with the same man, or woman, twice. Only Star.

Looking over at the clock, it finally reads six. I’d only expected to stay at the Alexander Mobile building half a day, but stacks of paperwork kept me swamped with business. An hour is all I have to get home, change, and make my way to dinner, where I will start my game of blackmail with Levi. Although I hope it doesn’t come to that.

I didn’t have time to stop at home and change, so I wear the same skirt and polka dot top that I wore to work earlier in the day. The host of Tokyo Fusion and I are on a first name basis. Vee takes me back to my table, and I order sake and some fancy Japanese beer. The need to unwind after a long day in the office is greater than I’d originally anticipated. On a typical Friday night, I would be soaking in my garden tub, listening to Skillet before heading to Sinners & Swingers and looking for some action. But tonight, I am forced to clean up a mess. A really big mess that I made, for once.

I sip on my beer, keeping my eye on the front door while I scroll through e-mail messages, figuring out what’s urgent, and what can be put off until Monday morning. My e-mail inbox always will be the bane of my existence.

Absorbed in an e-mail from my mother, I completely miss Levi walking through the door. His presence goes unnoticed until he’s standing in front the table.

“Seven?” His voice rings through my entire body, sending goosebumps across my flesh. Not exactly the kind of reaction I was anticipating by any means.

“Have a seat.” I motion to the other side of the intimate booth I requested, tucked away in the back corner. Instead, he plants himself down next to me, his thigh grazing the bare skin peeking out from under my skirt. It’s only then I notice the strap of my black garter belt, which is visible. Fuck .

“I don’t want to make this any more difficult than it has to be. We clearly have to work together and I would hate for the one night we shared to get in the way of our careers.” My words are precise and to the point. No beating around the bush, because that simply isn’t me.

“Seven, when you walked into that boardroom this morning, my entire world shattered into a thousand pieces.” He runs his left hand through his messy brown hair, and lets out a deep breath. “The other night. God. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I was tempted to find you. I Googled you. I wanted to leave a note for you at your front desk. But I didn’t want to come across like a fucking stalker.” His words hit me like he just punched me in the face. Seriously, I may have preferred being punched over continuing whereever this conversation was headed.

“Yeah, stalker skills don’t get any points from me.” I try to lighten the mood, but his blue eyes are no longer icy. They are as hot as fire, flaming with something. Lust, maybe?

“I’ve never been connected with someone like that. On that level.” His words sent a shock through my system. Who the fuck is this guy, and why does he seem to have some deeper impact on me? Not fucking cool; not cool at all .

“Wait. Please. Before you go on, Levi. It wasn’t a connection; it was just sex. That’s all. Really great sex.” I hold my hand up in defense, trying to put another inch of space between us.

I’m cornered against the wall as he moves in closer. “You thought it was really great sex too?” His face lights up, as he speaks. I gave myself away. He’s keen, smart, a receptive man, and he picked up on my words the moment they fell out of my mouth.

“Of course, it was hot. You can’t make a girl like me come a couple times without knowing it was some damn good sex. But Levi, that is all it was. There was no magical connection. If anything, it was a sexual connection. Something I’ve had in the past. There is a lot more to me than meets the eye.” It was the truth; well, sort of. Yeah, I’ve had great sex over the years. But I would never tell him that our night ranked up there with the time I fucked Adam Levine in the dressing room at Radio City.

He moves in closer and closer. I have nowhere else to go. I’m pinned against the wall and he is blocking the only exit. His thigh grazes mine. “Come home with me, Seven.” His words caress my body with need, as his breath heats my neck. They promised every pleasure I know he could fulfill. I want so badly to say yes. Not because I like him, but because I can feel my clit swelling with need simply from talking about riding his beautiful dick again.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea, Levi.” My words are short, but my voice cracks as I speak them. He knows I’m lying. I think it would be a fucking fantastic idea, but the boss in me knows that, with all the office fraternization policies I’ve put into place, it is a horrible idea.

“I think it would be a fantastic idea. No one would ever have to know.” He pauses only for a moment to lick the sensitive spot right behind my ear. I melt against his body, as he presses me up against the wall. “It can be our secret. We keep on working together, and all the while, I get the pleasure of knowing I am fucking the boss. Or better yet. The boss is fucking me. Up. The. Ass.”

A shiver runs down my spine, and I am over the idea of dinner. The only thing I am hungry for is him. The waitress comes over to take our order, and I snap back to reality very quickly. What the fuck was I thinking?

“I’ll have my usual.” She quickly notes down my orange chicken over white rice, with extra sauce, then turns her glare to Levi, who clearly hasn’t considered what was on the menu, other than me. “I’ll have beef and broccoli. Heavy on the broccoli, with a Coke.”

He waves her off, and focuses his attention back on me. Those eyes… I swear he can see straight through me, which scares the ever living shit out of me. One thing I have always prided myself on is hiding my emotions like a pro. My fucked up childhood ensured I would be a gold medalist in the emotionally void category. But this man acts like he can read my soul.